Angela Myammee Freeones

Мама.

You - quiet song of beds in a sleepless night,
you - the first in light of the beloved voice,
angry and gentle, dry and cheerful -
And the mother.

you - the smell of mushrooms and walks in the summer flowering fields,
you - taste of the road empty and warmed
scattered over the world with sunlight,
you - the life and earth.

you - morning in the kitchen, you - sweet biscuits, rolls and muffins,
You - splashes of fish running into the tub,
you - the sound of sneakers the rising early,
you - home.

you - our opponent in the interminable dispute,
you - a friend and comrade, you - the fulcrum,
you - our cross, and - A gift.
And wherever and with whomever, and however obstinate
We are - in the heart remain mum
special. Always.